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"This is a bad idea."
Rick was the first to speak after the Winchesters accepted Greenstreet's job. The three men are walking down the path to the Impala.
"We are doing it end of story." Dean says.
"Mobs. Getting involved with mobs never ends well. I was a Deputy so I know how it works. I know what the Mafia do. Who they get involved with."
"We may not be cops Rick but I think I seen plenty of gangster movies to know how the Mafia works."
"Dean." Sam cuts in. "I get we need the blood but this is what we've come to? Thieves?"
"Hey, you want the blood, right? Well… besides, the thing's already stolen."
"Dean. Rick has a point. This is the Mafia we are talking about."
"We have faced things far worse. The Mafia..." Dean scoffs. "...be like going back to basics."
Rick sighs.
"Hey." The hunter continues. "At least the Mafia are better than the Saviors. Right Rick?"
"I guess. But still what we are doing is breaking the law."
"Sometimes you gotta break a few rules to get what you want."
"Sam sighs. "Dean."
"Sam. All we gotta do is get the skull, give it to Greenstreet then we get the blood. That will be one ingredient to cross off the list."
Dean gets into the Impala. He looks up at the two men.
"So? You coming or not?"
"Here you are sir."
Dean takes the coffee and smiles.
"Thanks."
The hunter turns around and spots a woman sitting at a table reading a book.
Dean walks up to her looking curious.
"Watcha reading?"
The woman looks up and smiles.
"A book on the supernatural."
"Really?" Dean tilts his head with his eyebrow raised. "So, you're into the supernatural?"
"I am."
Dean puts on his most charming smile. Finding a incredibly good looking woman who is into the supernatural, Dean will definitely make a move.
"I should sit down." He says.
The woman laughs. Dean is about to sit down but his brother calls for him.
"Dean. "
Dean sighs heavily.
Brother ruining the moment.
He looks at the woman. "Excuse me."
The woman nods. "Sure."
Dean walks to the table where Sam and Rick sat.
"Perfect timing Sammy." Dean says in a sarcastic tone.
"I got it." Sam says ignoring his brother pouting. "I hacked into airline records and checked the names of anybody and everybody who travelled from Malta to Seattle in the first three days after the skull was stolen. There were five people. The fifth guy named, uh… Antonio Miele. With little past I can dig up on him seems… checkered.
Dean looks back at the woman not taking any notice of his brother.
"Dean. Are you with the group?" Rick asks.
Dean turns back round.
"Uh yeah. Um...sounds a little thin, but you wouldn't happen to know where this Miele guy is right now, would you?"
"As a matter of fact, I do. He checked into the Patricia Hotel right here in downtown Seattle yesterday." San answers.
"Great. We'll check it out later but first I'm looking for recommendations for a certain book." Dean winks at the woman. The woman giggles. "Excuse me gentleman."
Dean stands up and goes back to the woman.
"He knows we have a job right?" Rick says.
Sam sighs.
"You will get used to it."
The Winchesters walk into the hotel reception. As they walk to the elevator, a man exits and bumps into the younger hunter.
"Excuse me. I…" The man looks at Sam before quickly walking away. "Um...Alright."
The elevator opens to a new floor. The brothers step out and walk down the hallway. They stop at one of the rooms. Sam opens the door.
The room was an absolute mess. The brothers walk in feeling suspicious about this room. Dean looks round. He spots something near the bed.
"Hey I got something."
Sam follows his brother's lead. They both look down at the bed. On the side of the bed was a man.
"He's dead." Sam points out.
Dean crouched down and examined the victim's face. He knew who this was.
"Well, rest in peace, Antonio Miele."
Rick sits in the car waiting for the brothers to return. He did want to go in with them but Dean insisted they didn't a "third pair of eyes".
A car pulls up near the Impala and three men step out of it. All men wore same matching black suits and black sunglasses to match. People wouldn't wear sunglasses at night. Unless they are wearing it for fashion or to cover their face.
One of men puts a gun in their back pocket and whispers to man next standing next to him.
All three heads turn towards the Impala. Rick sinks into the seat realizing who they were.
Mafia
One of the men knocks on the window. Rick turns and faces the man who grinned through the window.
Act calm. Don't take action unless you need to.
Rick rolls down the window.
"May I help you?"
"You the owner of this car?" The man asks.
"No. It's my friend's car. He had to go in the shops to buy a few things. Left me in charge."
"Oh. Sorry I thought you were the owner to this beauty." The man strokes the roof. "Definitely a classic. It's an Impala right?"
"That's right."
"Wow. Never see cars like this now. Such a shame. I say they are better than the cars we use now. Last longer, more attractive. " The man sighs. "They should really start making these vintage cars again. I would buy it. Definitely ." He gives the roof a tap. "I'll let you go. We are waiting for a couple of friends to."
"Really?"
"Uh huh. Gonna give us a lift. Turns out they have a car just like this." The man does a sly smile. "Have a lovely evening."
The man went and stood back with his colleagues. Rick glances at them but they had their backs to him. Rick quickly gets the phone out and presses Sam's number.
"Pick up. Pick up."
It went to voicemail.
Rick tries again.
Come on. This is urgent .
Again. No answer.
Rick looks at the hotel then back at the men. He couldn't even get out because those mobsters might react and attack.
He presses Dean's number.
Come on Dean.
"What the hell happened here?" Dean asks.
"I don't know." Sam picks up his phone. "It's Rick."
" What the hell does he want?'
Sam goes to answer it. The brothers hear a gun being cocked. It came from behind them.
"Hand it over." A voice says from behind.
Sam hesitates but hands the phone over.
"Who are you?" Dean asks.
The gun gets pressed against Dean's head.
"Hands up. No sudden moves."